"Uncle Han, it is likely that these ghosts, agitated by our presence, are now desperately causing trouble tonight as a last resort."
Yu Wenjing snorted disdainfully, looking over the many of able people who were injured or dead, he spoke with scorn, "Uncle Han, I've long said these people are unreliable. Look at them in battle; they do nothing but add to the chaos."
The remaining able people, upon hearing these words, were all too angry to speak.
"The true form of that ghost must still be hidden among us. Everyone, follow me inside to kill the enemy."
With the tone of a leader, Yu Wenjing was the first to step into the servants' quarters.
Many disciples from the righteous sects also entered, and soon after, sounds of fierce fighting came from within.
"Right, how is Ru Yan faring? I hope she hasn't encountered any danger."
Worriedly pacing outside, Han Jinghuan suddenly thought of something and quickly asked.